Secrets

Swallowed by the despair of my innocence,

the sweet lure of my loneliness flourishes in the

nourishment of my agua.

You, who I cherish more than anything,

my flower,

you are emboldened only by the transparent blood excreted by my tormented soul.

You,

with whom I am safe,

You,

who is the voice that pleads for the amber rays that fill the shadows of the void,

the bloom of illuminated flowers that don't seek the blackened blood of my jaded and tired soul,

but rather craves the light of a perpetual love unrequited,

unrequited by design...

You yearn for the day that my internal solitary confinement doesn't nourish the tainted seeds of despair once again.

You,

who make me,

You

who define me,

You

who understand me,

You,

who truly love me,

You,

who will continue to extract transparent blood from my weeping heart,

You,

who keep me alone to love only you,

my only love requited.

I,

who continue to yearn for carnal paradise,

I,

who keep you alone to hate you, to despise you forever,

I,

who keep you,

my beloved and cherished secrets,

my silent lover,

will forever love you.